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Two big items on the news this morning caught my attention.

One was the news conference by Meg Whitman's illegal immigrant housekeeper and her attorney Gloria Allred.   And the other was the news that the California heatwave has subsided.


Meg Whitman has spent 120 million dollars of her own money [so far] to run for the position of governor of California.  I can not understand what possessed her to spend this much of her own money on a race to become a civil servant.  A thankless job that will subject her to a lot stress, hard work, ridicule, criticism...  Actually Mr. Urban and I had this very discussion over coffee a month or so ago.  He seemed to have some ideas as to why, which  respectfully I did not agree with.  I think that some people are just not that good at spending money.  Had Ms. Whitman, spent her money on shoes, yachts, dental work, mole removal, a good hairdresser, and giveaways (Ala Oprah), she would become a much more appreciated and beloved character in history.... 

And now to top it all, she may have to forfeit the race that she has fought so hard for, because her housekeeper has hired the big guns to take her down... The irony of it all is that even if Meg Whitman, the CEO of Ebay,  knew that her housekeeper was an illegal immigrant, I very much doubt that her motive for hiring her was to save a few bucks...

I am just saying.  Strategy, Strategy, Strategy, Meg. 
And to the other news.

Since we have been back from Vancouver, we haven't really had a chance to go for a walk around town due to the intense heat.  But with the news of cooler temperatures, we made plans for an afternoon stroll.  And at Four p.m. when the thermometer in the house indicated a cool 85 degrees F (29 degrees C) we headed to Peet's for a cup of coffee for mommy.

From the outside, Peet's looked as lovely as we had left it some two weeks ago.  But as we pushed the stroller through the heavy door, weighted down by the air conditioner inside, both my girl and I gasped with excitement.  It wasn't enough that the lovely people at Peet's brew the best coffees and exotic teas, and make the frothiest, yummiest lattes, they now had to go and renovate the place to make it cozier and roomier...    The barista blushed with pride when I commented on the beautiful new store...

Hope you had some news to ponder on and some good coffee in your day today...
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